If your problem with me is that I'm not cool enough, or funny enough, or white enough, or too quiet/loud, or too fat, or too short, or *insert here*, etc, then please just TELL ME, so I can say peace and stop wasting my time on you, kthnxbai.

Don't... Whatever you're thinking, stop thinking it. No.

I love how those rare times when I actually try to ask for help, no one is ever there. It's truly depressing feeling like you can't rely on anyone, ANYONE ever because this happens EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME WHY DO I EVEN FUCKING BOTHER TRYING. "Oh Lisa you can just ask for help! I'm here for you, just call" etc. etc. BULLCRAP. EVERY time, no answer ( Read more... )

Trust me, I know I'd be an idiot to think I haven't been cheated on, or that none of it was my fault, but I also know the past fews years are a meaningless blip on the radar of my life. The forgotten, dark, fucked up years, and all I can say for them is that it was a learning experience, and I learned more about the true nature of people, the hard ( Read more... )

That's when it turned on me ( Read more... )

Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of mind; don't assign me yours.

Dogs should live as long as people :(

Dustin should live in New York :(

My best friend needs to come home :(

My life needs to get out the this hole it's been in for the last two years :(

I'm sad.

um....what?

I know exactly how I'm going to say good bye to this place. Last night here, I'm gonna play Dark Side of the Moon and drink my Dark Side of the Moon wine, possibly smoke, and just lay there.

Moving out of this apartment will finally draw to a close the worst year of my life.

One month and one week left...